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The bright morning sun warmed Alta’s skin as the seer carefully moved from her hut into her garden, careful not to damage any of her plants, as she moved close to Roach with an apple in her hand.

“I snuck this from the kitchen. Don’t tell Geralt.” Alta said as she gave the apple to the horse. As the steed ate, the seer began to quietly sing to the beast. She enjoyed the morning peace very much.

Alucard Tepes of Castlevania!!

Hannah had heard of a Witcher, stories from her father and in the far past her mother. So when she heard one was in town She’d hurried to the nearby tavern he was supposedly staying the night. The eight year old was small, an untidy mop of brown hair and soft blue eyes wearing a thick winter coat. She was dirty and hungry but her goal wasn’t food or a bath.

She knew it was him the moment she spotted him; tall, cloaked and alone. Silvery hair cascading down his shoulders and a set of swords strapped to his back. Hannah almost had second thoughts... but she needed help and had no one else to turn to. Gently she tugged on his trouser leg.

Eve wasn’t sure how she had managed to make her way to another world the last she remembered was that she was fighting a demon becoming heavily injured during the fight, next she heard whispering about someone needing her maybe it was the Elders giving her a charge. 

The woman was teleported into a forest, where a loud thump could be heard from her body hitting the ground followed by a yelp. The forest wasn’t too far from a small town she was sprawled on her back groaning loudly feeling ill from both the blood loss and the teleportation spell. To the normal person of this world, she wore peculiar clothing and carrying strange weapons on her.

Elayne sighed, hestitating as she pressed her hand to the doorknob. She had made the mistake before, in the few months she had worked here, into opening the door when she was asked to. Almost robbed was the best case scenario. Cutting the finger off of a man who had tried to touch her was the worst case scenario. She hadn’t actually admitted the person into the Inn, having been asleep when he came in. All she knew was that she had to go collect payment...or she was in a world of trouble.

“Okay...okay.” She murmured, opening the door and slowly looking around the room, hoping that someone wouldn’t jump out at her before her eyes settled on the man dressing in front of her.

  Terrance too was not so keen on 'parties', espiecally when his father was boasting so much of his children and their strength... Terry was not once of those. He had taken to wandering the party and trying so peculiar 'human food' which was not so much as seen before.

At least his kind had no worries for being hunted now...

It was when he felt a strange... Ripple in the air that made his stop... Though out of curiosity, he followed it and it led him to the man in question. He seemed... Different to the other humans and with hard blinks, the young sheeptaur attempted to rid himself of the strange ripples that hung around the man.

Upon his question being answered, his head tilted. Terry had not really heard much of the human world and the men that wandered it. So he didn't really know the Witcher, or even what a Witcher was.